Picture Perfect

Chapter 2: So Close

          "You look like you're having fun," Deagan's friend Victoria walks over, pulling herself up on the tailgate also.

          "Yeah it's alright," Deagan nods running a hand through her hair, sitting on the tailgate drinking her beer. The girls sit on the tailgate, watching Chase and a few other guys play some music, the fire still going strong.

          "Seems a little more than all right," Victoria winks at her, nudging her arm. Deagan looks over as her brother walks over, a few shot glasses filled with a mystery substance in it, never knowing with him. Both girls take the shot with Deagan's brother and then handing the shot glasses back to him. Deagan is starting to feel good by that point.

          "So he's why you're here," Chase smiles, walking up and referring to her brother.

          "Yeah, that asshole is my brother," taking a sip of her beer.

          "Yeah well that asshole did most of my tattoos," Chase smiles, Deagan's brother being a tattoo artist.

          "Oh, he has huh? Which ones did he do?"

          After taking a sip of his beer he sets the bottle down and pulls off his shirt, the first thing Deagan notices are the muscles in his chest and shoulders. Her eyes can't help but scan down lower, focusing on his abs and V cut. He turns around, Deagan seeing the big tribal tattoo on his back and Chinese letters on his side meaning "Strength."

          "I think I remember him talking about the back one."

                                 

           Later on that night, the party is starting to wind down as everyone is feeling pretty good. Deagan surprises herself that she has stayed as long as she has.

          "Do you guys need a place to stay for the night?" Chase asks, walking over to Deagan and her friend.

          "Yeah probably," they both giggle in unison.

          "Well, you and your friend can stay in my room if you want," Chase suggests.

           "I don't want to sleep in your bed. Where are you sleeping?" Deagan smiles.

          "I don't know I can sleep on the couch or something," Chase says, not feeling as good as Deagan and her friend.

          "Just sleep in the bed with us," Deagan smiles.

          "Yeah come with us," her friend says grabbing Chase's hand.

          "You're making it hard for me to say no."

          "Yeah come on, one night won't hurt," Deagan winks at him.

          "Okay," Chase winks at both of them. They walk to the house, Deagan, and Chase loosely holding each other's hands giggling. Stumbling into the house a little, Deagan's friend walking away and laying down on the couch passing out minutes later.

          "She's drunk," Chase smirks.

          "Yeah, she's going to hurt in the morning."

          "I'll bring her upstairs, and you girls can still sleep in there."

          "No, you can still sleep in there, I wouldn't move her."

          "Okay, then I'll bring you upstairs," Chase smirks picking her up like she weighs nothing, carrying her upstairs.

          Wrapping her arms around his neck as he brings her up she can't help but smile a little. Feeling her back hit the bed, she then watches Chase move beside her. She turns on her side facing Chase as he pulls the covers over them.

          "Thanks for the party," Deagan says, instinctively cuddling into Chase.

          "Thank you for coming," sliding his arm around her as he feels her move into him.